i know if we offered –
to make the bed
even if we do not put –
duvet on
it is all said and done

perhaps i should start drinking
and cry, oh well,
when my health and body start sinking
maybe to add to it i should start smoking

a refugee of boundaries
sanity
left on the estuary

the reflective chore
it is time to make distance
out of more –
than paper and glue

it is going to be, ‘okay’
such a time
since that january day
and the pain is just a word
in lieu of everything else

the laughter rings out
with the hollowness
of long forgotten church bells
a call to arms
that falls short and beaches itself
on the shore of self harm

perhaps i have become –
way too defensive
when they eventually removed the paper
it left me far too sensitive

and when people say,
i do not care what anybody thinks
i just think, well lucky you
because ultimately, i do

when people do not think –
beyond what they think they see
that cuts swathes out of me
i am made of teardrops